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It was a wonder Rome didn't rip his pants, he got them off so fast. Grey would have smiled, but when all the blood in your body was rushing to your cock, it was kind of difficult to remember how. The kid didn't bother to pace himself, just tore his clothes off and let Grey see.
God. Damn. It.
The body was as perfect as his damn face. This was no kid. Rome was a man. Hard muscles, furred chest, tight ass. Rome's cock was already jutting out in excitement. Oh, yeah. He was just as tasty as Grey had imagined in his fantasies.
Grey stopped, pants halfway down his legs and said, "Suck me off."
"We've been there before." But Rome's eyes were shining. "You better plan to go a little further than that tonight. Or are you going to back off again, old man?"
"Your ass is going to know where I've been soon enough. But I want your mouth right now." Those full lips and those teeth with just the slightest overbite. That freaking agile tongue, longer than any non-were's. God, yes. They both wanted it, no matter what might be said out loud.
Rome was on his knees and drawing Grey's leaking cock inside almost before Grey had told him what to do, the kid's cheeks already hollowing out as he began the suction. Oh yeah, this boy knew how to suck cock.
Grey clenched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to spew right then, right into that clever mouth. It had been too long since Rome had done that and it had ended too abruptly.
"Jesus, don't tell me to stop this time, Grey. Don't." Rome murmured the words against Grey's aching shaft. Grey shuddered, holding onto Rome's shoulders before he slid to the floor.
"You can bet I won't. We're not stopping until we'reboth dripping wet, cross-eyed and face down on the floor." Grey loosened his grip long enough to transfer it into Rome's too long hair. He thrust hard into Rome's mouth and that mouth let him in. Harder, longer, faster. He thrust deeper than he had in years with any of his partners.
Grey was too damn big for most people and he'd learned to be considerate. Fuck consideration this time. He finally had a partner who knew how to match him. Rome was already making him forget everything but the animal that wanted more.
And Rome was giving him more.
Jesus, he was buried to his balls, with Rome's lips still wrapped around his cock. And the kid was murmuring approval and making things feel too damn good...
"Shit. Not. Yet." Grey forced himself to stop.
"You'd better be planning to finish this or--"
"Or what?" Grey didn't wait for the answer. "Get on your hands and knees. I want your ass bad."
He was damn tempted to jerk himself off as he watched Rome obey him. What could be sexier than seeing a man get ready for his cock? Especially this particular male. But he wanted to finish off inside Rome this time.
God, what a pretty ass. And it was presented to him without an argument, just the way he'd asked. That was prettier yet. The kid had positioned himself on the bed in front of the yellowed motel mirror. So Rome wanted to watch? Grey realized his fingers were shaking as he spread lube into that tight hole. God, he better not fuck up in front of an audience. He didn't think it was possible, though. If this turned out half as good for Rome as it was for Grey right now--
Grey didn't finish the thought. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't enter Rome immediately. Not if he wanted Rome begging for him. It would be over too fast. So he thrust one finger in and smiled, a tight grin, when Rome twitched against his hand. He used two fingers then, scissoring against Rome's passageway and then three, grinding his palm against Rome's ass.
Rome whimpered, a heart-felt wail, and abruptly stopped.
"What the fuck?" Grey'd meant to drag things out as long as he could, make Rome want it, remember it, crave it.
"I'm not--" Rome cut the words off as if they were strangling in his throat.
"You're not what?"
Not interested? Shit. Grey almost whimpered himself.
"I'm not--begging. I won't. Not this time. Oh Jesus, Grey." Rome backed against his hand. "Maybe I am. Just fucking do me."